On the Ropes (Down for the Count) Read Online Free PDF

now lying face down on my bed.
    “Why don’t you come into the living room? We can watch TV while we wait for the water to boil. ”
    Aimee jumps up to her feet while Sarah is still face down. She complains loudly, “The room is spinning.”
    I sit down next to her, “That’s because you had two shots and a Mudslide on an empty stomach.” Slowly, I pry Sarah off my bed, lead her out of my bedroom, and to my couch. “Why don’t you have a seat and I’ll grab you your water.”
    “Do you want any help?” Aimee follows me into the kitchen.
    I laugh, “No, I think I can manage mac and cheese.”
    She steps closer to me, putting her hands on her hips. “I wasn’t talking about the mac and cheese,” she says seductively.
    I reach around her and squeeze her ass. “ Definitivamente voy a necesitar tu ayuda ,” I breathe into her ear.
    “You speak Spanish?” she sucks in her breath, confirming she’s undoubtedly turned on.
    “I speak some. My mother used to speak Spanish to me and my little brother. She wanted us to be bilingual, but I’ve forgotten a lot of it since then because I rarely use it.”
    “What did you just say?”
    “I said, ‘Oh, I definitely need your help.’”
    Aimee looks over her shoulder. “Sarah, how are you doing in there?”
    “I’m still waiting for my water,” she groans.
    “I’ll get it for her,” Aimee says, as she walks to the refrigerator.
    “Yeah, there are a few bottles in there. Help yourself.”
    Aimee opens the fridge, and peering inside she asks, “Do you mind if I grab a beer?”
    I dump the macaroni into the boiling water. “Nope, of course you can.”
    She takes a bottle of water to Sarah, who’s now lying on the couch, then returns to the kitchen. “You got a bottle opener for this?” she holds up her beer.
    I motion her to me, “Of course. Bring it here, I’ll open it for you.”
    Aimee saunters over, running her hand suggestively up and down the beer bottle. I feel my cock twitch at her movements. Christ, I wanna fuck her silly . Would it be wrong to take her into my bedroom and fuck the shit out of her while her friend is lying on my couch almost passed out?
    “What’s so amusing?” she asks.
    I give her a puzzled look.
    “You’re smiling. I’m just wondering what you’re smiling about?” she presses her body up against mine.
    “Nothing, I was just thinking. I didn’t even realize I was smiling.”
    “Well, I hope you were thinking about something good,” she runs her hands over my abs. “Wow! You’ve got some rock hard abs under there.”
    “Yeah, well, I don’t bust my ass at the gym every damn day for nothin’.”
    “Well, I can tell,” she lifts my shirt to get a better look.
    “Fuck, I wanna take you into my room so bad right now,” I whisper.
    “Well, what’s stopping you?”
    “This fuckin’ macaroni and cheese.”
    Aimee looks over at the pot. “It’s almost done. Where are your bowls and silverware?”
    I point above her head. “The bowls are right there in that cabinet and the silverware is in this drawer,” I take a step forward and open the drawer.
    Aimee and I finish making the macaroni and cheese for Sarah, and bring it into the living room. “Here Sar, your mac and cheese is ready,” Aimee says sweetly, doting on her friend. “Do you want anything else?”
    Sarah’s lying down on the couch with her eyes closed. Pulling herself up into a sitting position, she says wearily, “Nah, I’m good. I’m just going to try to eat this and watch some TV.”
    “Ok then, I’m going to watch TV in Saint’s room while you rest,” Aimee’s eyes dart in my direction and she’s smiling like a cat who just ate a canary.
    I take Aimee’s hand, leading her into my bedroom. I can’t wait to get my hands on her, and my cock is growing hard just thinking about it. It’s been a few weeks since I’ve actually had sex. I’ve jacked off to a few pornos, but that doesn’t count in my book. I love the real thing, nothing